Yes, it's that time everyone!
Disclaimer time! YAY! …Okay kill me? Please? You know what I'm going to say, don't you? Yes, that's right, I do not own Pokémon. I do not own anything. If anyone is saying that I own anything, they're ignorant idiots whom I must hurt fatally right now. So yeah.
And the final note before we get into the story, I'd be peachtasticly euphoric to have someone as a beta reader, so that way the garbage that I spurt out will be refined into glory?
Please?
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Five Years Ago
A female scientist with long chestnut brown hair tied back in a bun runs towards her bosses' office, knocking on the heavy oak door. Despite the excitement flooding her, apprehension and fear quickly drowns it out, making her quiver with a mixture of fear and energy. The boss wasn't known for kindness, rather, he was known among the scientists for the complete opposite. He was brutal, cruel, angry, and easily disappointed. They never wanted to disappoint him, because if they did he either took it out on them physically, often using golf clubs, knives or even a gun in more then one case, or if he was in a particularly friendly mood, through their salary. And she needed her salary to feed her little girl…
"Come in." A cold, angry voice resonates from the room. She turns the cold, silvery handle, twisting it and pulling the heavy door open. To avoid the trouble of making the boss wait, she quickly and meekly walks into the dimly lighted, expensively furnished office. The low light exaggerates the shadows, and makes the nearly invisible figure in the chair seem all the more intimidating; the poor woman nearly ran to the corner and cowered with fear. "Do you have any worth while reports to tell me? Or did you interrupt me for no reason?" The deep voice demands, the once-excited scientist now pale with fear.
She rushes to explain why she came, her words rushing out almost slurring together, her usually poised, and feminine voice wracked with fear. "We made a breakthrough with the Pokémon merging process. There is now a 75% life expectancy rate, except with water and inanimate types, where there is now a 15.5% survival rate. We…uhhm… We are waiting for your approval to begin capturing and testing the process with li… live humans now." She finally manages to choke out that sentence, feeling rather low realizing that twenty-five out of a hundred test subjects would die a slow, painful, inhumane death because of her 'research'. She doesn't voice her concerns though, realizing with or without her they will go along with the experiments. No need for there to be an extra casualty, plus, who'd take care of her little girl, Tiffany, if she died?
"Proceed, kidnap and use as many subjects as you feel necessary, we'll cover it up." The boss orders emotionlessly, not sharing the woman's concern for loss of life.
"Ye…Yes sir." With her job completed she quickly rushes to the door, her white lab coat flittering in the wind behind her still holding her previous merriment, even if she didn't.
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End of chapter,
Author notes, part two!
Yes, short chapter, but that's my prologue, so soon (as soon as I can make it) the story will progress, and things will slowly unravel, and hopefully be peachy.
So tell me what you, the important people think!